june

Yesterday, just after two in the afternoon, I drove down to Avila Beach. I measured it — nine miles and just under 25 minutes. A hop, skip, and jump. It has become a favorite place of mine on the planet. Out on the pier, sitting on a bench above the beach, ambling along a lush, green-and-flowered path I’d just discovered up from the ocean, I felt like every summer I have ever experienced came out from the past and along to play with me.

I’ve lost my interest and enthusiasm for a bunch of stuff, but sure not summer.